Close view from behind of a small black fine line arrow tattoo pointing downwards on an ankle, above white trainers and rolled blue jeans.

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Small arrow tattoo on the ankle

Fine line · Ankle · Black and grey · Photo

A photograph taken from behind of a person wearing rolled blue denim and white trainers with black heel tabs. A small black arrow, pointing downwards, sits on the ankle above the shoe. The linework is thin and solid, with no visible shading, and the plain street setting keeps the focus on the tattoo.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

By the third week of June the council had run out of patience with Mr Pardoe's hazel fork and sent for you instead, the schoolmaster's boy who could draw a true line with a ruler. They wanted a plan of the old drains under Tallow Green before the new bus shelter went down. You took a drawing board, a tin of pencils and a cheese sandwich wrapped in greaseproof, and walked the length of the lane counting paces.

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Everything you measured agreed with everything else except the churchyard wall. Two bricks sat a hand's width out of true, and behind them, once Mrs Hollis let you prise the loose stone with a borrowed crowbar, lay a square of blue slate pressed flat into the clay. Scratched across it, in a careful schoolroom hand, was an arrow pointing down, and beneath the arrow a single word: HERE.

You sat back on your heels with the sandwich going soft in its paper. Mr Pardoe had dowsed that spot twice and found nothing but gravel, and you saw now why. The water had not been lost. It had been moved, rerouted in 1931 by a man the council minutes never named, and he had marked his work the way a surveyor does, so that whoever came after would know where to dig.

You drew the arrow into your plan exactly as it was, point down, and wrote beneath it in neat capitals that the bus shelter would have to go elsewhere. The council grumbled, the shelter went up by the green, and every morning after you walked past the churchyard wall and felt the plain certainty of a line that knows exactly where it is going.

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